"Yay, I can snapchat again!" He was so excited, since his cheap flip phone is pretty limited.
I thought Snapchat only existed for pictures of guys' junk, thank you Anthony Weiner, so naturally, I was worried.
Of course, Tory just laughed at me.
He does that a lot.
Oh mom, he explained. It's like texting, but with pictures that disappear.
Now, why would you want a picture to disappear? What if you want to look at it again, I demanded to know.
More laughing.
Fortunately, I have a work colleague who also is a millennial.
And he explained snapchat this way: It's like you're sitting in traffic, and it sucks. Instead of posting to Facebook or twitter or texting it to a friend, you Snapchat a photo of the traffic and say "this sucks". The traffic photo isn't something worth saving.
Aha. I *think* I get it now.
(I think that way you're not using up your alloted monthly texts, too, so there's that, though you're using your phone's data... but I digress.)
So I joined Snapchat. And struggled a little to work it. (Tip: write your message first and then take pic)
So one morning this week, I couldn't sleep. I got up at 4 (UGH) and saw from Facebook that Tory was up.
I snapchatted a pic. He snapchatted back. I was like, why are you up?? He asked me the same thing.
We texted, er, I mean, snapchatted dark, grainy selfies to each other and "I love you" messages. He said he was going to bed. I decided to (unsuccessfully) go back to sleep.
I couldn't look at his grainy photo again, because it disappered, but I was still smiling, thinking about it as I laid on the couch downstairs in the dark.
Just days after I joined Snapchat, this great New York Times story published this week. Hey, we're on to something!
I love my boy. I love that Snapchat became a thing for us. I love seeing his goofy smile and "I love you mom" messages that I've gotten from him this week.
Here we are in our goofy glory:
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